J95 - My Gang Style

Yeah
Nine five on the building yeah
F.t.p. Gang
New song bros

My niggaz mafioso
Let's go, it's Virtuoso
It's like my sun won't shine
You lookin so fine

This is how we do it
It won't stop and it won't quit
I rock the stage with two flags
Should be in the rap mags

Aye whatchu wanna do homes?
Shit can go up into flames
Dial zero-one-one, plus the code
Take a stroll down Park Hill Road

Your style is put up
That's a white cup
Keep ya happy, that's my aim
In which I branded my name

Throwin hits at the judges, in the criminal courts
Not to mention liftin' Lane's credit cards and passports
I trusted dealing cocaine in my community
The love is strong til eternity

And I'm advisin you suckers don't get close
You wanna get busy, take off your clothes
Acting all rude, I thought it was cute
Yo momma let me holla a minute

They had shut the school down early
I'm a real G nigga and that's clearly
Everybody else just keep the fuck quiet, like
I'm cycling in the rain on my 10-speed bike

Get the gat, get the gat, get the gat nigga
If you real and I got bread, I owe you fuck-nigga
And even he wasn't who he was supposed to be
It goes deeper than what you see on TV

Let the music take your mind, mind, mind, mind, mind, mind
Thug cats you can just leave your piece behind
I guess a man gotta have a complexion for the connection
Every word that I mention is never short of attention

That's why you bendin over, shakin, and you taunt that
Flying guillotine, rip my raps, where the Killa's at?
And I'm a Pisces but I'd rather be a killa whale
Sometimes the street's stressed do my best but still fail

Yeah

Rappin in high school, drinkin forties, smokin sherm
Hoes should squeeze fern, spread like a sick germ
Give your punk ass a nice face massage
I'm 'bout to catch a charge

Yeah
New song Bros
Ok
Giovaboy
95
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F.t.p. gang